Vallo: You've sold me Humble Bellows - and to a king's flunky.
Humble Bellows: Aye. 'Tis my modest opinion that no man can fly pirate colors who's not willing to sell his friend, his sweetheart, or his mother.
Baron Jose Gruda: Well spoken, Mr. Bellows.
Vallo: Foul spoken it is, Humble Bellows. You've turned your hand against your captain's back. Yellow was never a pirate's colour.
Slimy: Nor rescuing a fair maiden a pirate caper.
Humble Bellows: Be that bit of fluff El Libre?
Vallo: That's the bit of fluff that's taking us to him.
Vallo: Why did you bolt your cabin door last night?
Consuelo: If you knew it was bolted you must have tried it. If you tried it, you know why it was bolted.